“A long time ago, in the underground realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Prince who dreamed of the human world. He dreamed of blue skies, soft breeze, and sunshine. One day, eluding his keepers, the Prince escaped. Once outside, the brightness blinded him and erased every trace of the past from his memory. He forgot who he was and where he came from. His body suffered cold, sickness, and pain. Eventually, he died. However, his father, the King, always knew that the Prince's soul would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time. And he would wait for him, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning…”
Jungkook’s breathing was labored and harsh. He gasped and struggled to expand his punctured lungs enough to find air in the downpour of the night. He was lying on a cold, hard, and dirty ground. He knew not much of what was currently happening, only that he was dying. He turned his neck to face his side and caught sight of his hand covered in blood.
Is it mine? He wondered.
Other thoughts occurred to him and though he was fully aware he was thinking of all the wrong things at the wrong time, he began to laugh. He coughed up some blood and smiled up at the sky once more. The raindrops hit his face as he closed his eyes one last and final time.
Korea’s criminal activity has reached an all-time high by the year 2030. No one really knows the reason for this abrupt change in morality in society, but some speculate it to be at the fault of the former late and corrupt president Choi. Leaked documents and files provided enough evidence to put away the president for a long, long time and yet, nothing was done. It seemed that if you had enough influence and money, you could bribe any system to bend to your will. For a while, there was no one single power in all of Korea, only dirty dealing at every corner. Then came Kim Byungchul.
Again, his rise to power is a bit unclear, but by 2034, his name was everywhere. He ran a circus of sorts when he dealt with all of the most horrid things you could think of. Contraband weapons, extortion, prostitution, and human trafficking. By this point in time, the government did not exist anymore. There was not complete anarchy, though, because the most powerful of factions ran different sections and under their rules and their rules only, you lived. No one dared oppose Byungchul of his followers...until now.
This group, most known as The Resistance, hides in the shadows and though however many few, live in strong determination to bring down the sudden evil that had overtaken their country.
Byungchul and other factions join him in killing off as many of these opposing groups as they can, but where they kill off one group, another rises. While trying to off as many as they could to avoid any ideas of an uprising, they had no idea that one was already underway.
Jungkook grimaced as he watched their car enter the dirty and heavily guarded area that both his mother and he would soon be living in.
“It smells horrible.” He commented.
“Jungkook,” She sighed, “You’ll get over it. There are worse places we could stay at.”
He sighed. It was true. They both knew she meant. We could still be staying at our own rundown apartment, only barely functioning.
He didn’t necessarily mind that they were moving. No, what made his stomach churn and skull pound was the reason behind it. His mother took “sleeping with the enemy” to a whole other level and Jungkook wished that he had never learned about it. She wasn’t in love and Jungkook knew this. It was for his safety and for the promise of survival.
Jungkook and his mother were going to be staying with Kim Byungchul.